PiT 045: The World's Demise
Dark, Hero, Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark
Shadow walked calmly down the corridors of the ARK. On either side of him walked armed figures, soldiers of the Keeper. He had been caught trying to infiltrate one of their bases, but the Keeper was more curious about the black hedgehog than angry at him, and had ordered that Shadow be brought to their stronghold aboard the ARK.
Though the onyx hedgehog tried not to show it, his stomach was churning angrily at what the invaders had done to his home. The corridors had been stripped of all of the original equipment, and the hallways were dim and barren instead of bright and alive. His eyes glimmered with malice when he saw what they had done to Maria's old room, and flickered slightly when he saw his own ransacked quarters.
Shadow kept all of his anger to himself, however, letting it quietly stew in his calculating mind. He knew the ARK like the back of his hand, and wasn't scared about being lost if he tried to make a run for it. The black hedgehog hid his confidence well, keeping his face blank, in case any of the guards noticed and tried to do anything about him.
Shadow's patience was rewarded when they arrived at the control room of the ARK, and as the door slid open, the guards ushered him inside to get his first look at the Keeper.
When your home is taken from you, doesn't your entire world fall into the black hole it leaves?
